Tuesday, April 19, 2011

I love you

I inhale you
storing all of you in a glass vial
the scent of your clothes, your sheets,
79 inches of espresso terrain,
the taste of your skin, your little climbing hairs
coarse under my touch, my name blooming from
off your lips, your watching gaze interpreting
every single one of my expressions, the brightest black eyes I've ever seen
I take you with me, wherever I go